Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 59
The floating torches near and far grew up to be twice as bigger than a chandelier. More than two dozen of these fireballs, sometimes seen from what is literally miles away small as an ant, lit the darkness. These fireballs seemed to be forming bright and big as the sun; they had emerged into one giant fireball, which glowed brightly as the sun, and soared to the dead center.
Valverno gazed down below and he couldn’t believe his eyes: an underground city.
Hundreds of large domed towers stretched onward for miles far and across. Each was tall or short or wid. About twenty or thirty towers alone within a ten mile radius had touched the rocky ceiling above the ground.
This underground city seemed to be stretching outward somewhere between fifty to a hundred miles, nearly ten times bigger than the capital city on the surface. For a big, ruined city buried beneath the surface world, the ruin city was still standing and no signs of battle damage seemed to be appearing anywhere. A city still standing on its base had gripped Valverno’s eyes.
Above this site, the ceiling above the fireball had some a thin crevasse that could barely fit a dragon through there. Only a human or a Griffin could be able to move in and out through there with ease.
Valverno remembered seeing this kind of city painted in the cavern full with historical paintings: the city with domed towers and lit in great flames. His eyes had widened by this underground city. “Is it what I think it is?” he asked outload.
“Yes, it is, Elder Brother,” said Sora. “Welcome back… to our home.”
THE UNDERGROUND CITY
Valverno was speechless. He was looking at the remnants of a large city buried underground. And this city, which he just heard from Sora, was his ancient home. Of course, he couldn’t remember any city under the ground, but he did remember many cities above ground.
“You sure this is our home, Sora?” asked Valverno.
Sora leaned against a stairway heading down toward the nearest and lowest domed tower. “Your mind may have been wiped clean from your memories you once carried ten thousand years ago,” said Sora. She seemed to have raised her tone. “Yes it is and I do definitely know this is our home, and where we both lived happily.”
Valverno stayed clear with his sister’s upping mood. She sounded like she was losing her patience over his memory loss of his long distant past. “Alright, you don’t need to get upset over a question.”
“Who’s getting upset? I’m perfectly fine with the way I am.” Sora made her way down the stairs that turned into a bridge, and entering through the domed tower’s walls.
Valverno followed after his sister who he could tell she had a mean look on her face. Seeing how he couldn’t fly toward the little entrance Sora entered into the tower, Valverno had to travel the old fashion way: walking. He trotted down the stairs, over the thin bridge, and entered into the tower. Before he entered, he looked at the tower, which soared a hundred feet into the air and built from dry clay and dirt.
Inside, Valverno saw the entire interior of the tower. His sun-bright fireballs soaring above the buried city was casting away the darkness and giving light everywhere, even inside the towers with very few, small windows. Valverno looked down and saw the floor, which was just ten feet downward.
The hybrid flipped over the edge and saw himself in a living room. Chairs, couches, furniture, and a few tables still stood, but cobwebs draped over all the room and the furniture. A fireplace had been built behind him, only a few crumbled stones sitting there. The room’s walls were black as in fire-burnt black, but the furniture looked to remain untouched Valverno odd since the city was displayed being destroyed in a fire.
“These things are completely fireproof,” said Sora, sitting on a three legged stool. She brushed away the cobwebs burying the stool with cloud-whizzing magic. “Magic still roams strong here. So many people sacrificed so much to save so many things: their personal belongings, their homes, and their children. The people tried to save so much of this city; it was doomed from the start. One big city grave buried beneath the surface world.”
Valverno slowly walked throughout the room, blowing out fire to burn away the cobwebs in his way. Nearly ninety percent of the room was buried in cobwebs. It seemed he had entered into a nest of spider webs. Very unattractive and unwelcoming when entering through a former home, even if there is no resident living there.
“Who would have thought to see so many things still standing and in one piece around this place,” said Valverno. “But this building wasn’t the exact we both lived in.”
Sora gave Valverno an, odd solid glare. “You really don’t remember the exact tower we lived in with Mother.”
Valverno shook his head. “The only memories of my long, ten-thousand year past that have restored are the ones with you in them. The memories of my childhood are hardly in my mind. I basically do not have any memories fully restored to the full potential. You have restored the memories only of you in them. Only the two other artifacts ripped from my body can restored all my memories and my full potential power.” Valverno had leaned against a wall covered in webs. “I’m sorry, Sora, I can’t remember that much about our past we shared together, even remembering the memories of Mother isn’t are there in my brain. Yet alone the roof we lived under”
Sora stiffly turned her head away, disbelieving of Valverno’s memory loss. She seemed hopeful